IV. THOUGHT: POETRY: BOOKS. THE INNER VISION. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes The mind's internal Heaven shall shed her dews WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. THOUGHT. THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. 322 We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; Heart to heart was never known; Of a temple once complete. Like the stars that gem the sky, What is social company But a babbling summer stream? What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream? Only when the sun of love Melts the scattered stars of thought, Only when we live above What the dim-eyed world hath taught, Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth, And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth, We, like parted drops of rain, Swelling till they meet and run, Shall be all absorbed again, Melting, flowing into one. CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH. AND yet-and yet-in these our ghostly lives, To which we wake not till we sleep in death? Ay, ev'n the Reason's self that dates with them, Hereafter so transcended, and awoke To a perceptive subtlety so keen As to confess themselves befooled before, From the Spanish of PEDRO CALDERON, |